Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Arthur Rimbaud was in no mood to look for Verlaine. His temper was not good. He retched after eating the sandwich. He was so angry that he asked the hotel owner and started looking for people.

It was a man with a gauze on his face and a well-dressed man!

"I'm going to beat him!"

"Damn cheese, this is murder! He made me never eat cheese again!"

"Don't stop me, I don't believe I can't find anyone in Paris!"

The blond boy was furious.

Paul Verlaine smiled wryly: I didn't stop you, I was worried that you would offend the villain in Paris, and you would not be able to beat him.Of course, such words cannot be said. He is a 28-year-old adult, while the other party is 17 years old, young and lively, with advanced thinking beyond the times.

"Ranbo, if the other party changes his attire, can you still recognize him?"

"...The boss said he has black hair and black eyes."

"How many people in this street have other hair colors? Black eyes are not uncommon."

"no."

Artille Rimbaud gritted his teeth with sour water in his stomach and said: "I spent 20 francs to bribe the hotel owner. He said a definite feature. The other party was real black hair, the same color as the eyes, more The pearls painted with black paint are more like the legendary black pearls."

In this era, Tahitian black pearls have not yet become famous. There are colored pearls on the market, but they are not welcomed by the mainstream. Everyone prefers pure natural color.

Arthur Rimbaud said viciously: "I don't believe he can goug his own eyes!"

Paul Verlaine was surprised by the speed at which he was spending money, and persuaded the other party to calm down, but Arthur Rimbaud couldn't listen to him when he was angry.Don't look at him living in a cheap attic, it's because he spends Verlaine's money, and he doesn't have to worry about eating and drinking. He is happy to see Verlaine pay for himself, and the francs in his pocket are not spent, which is enough for him to live happily in Paris. a period of time.

Along the way, he inquired about the freight wharf on the Seine River, and Arthur Rimbaud asked about the cheese he ate. It was really an Italian specialty Sardinian cheese, and the price was more expensive than he imagined, which really scared Ah. Thiel Rimbaud and Paul Verlaine.

Arthur Rimbaud couldn't believe it: "There is such a cheese, and you can buy less than a pound for 100 francs?"

The extravagant eating methods of the rich shattered Arthur Rimbaud's perception of money.

Paul Verlaine pulled away the bewildered Rimbaud, and said with a suppressed smile, "The import price of high-quality cheese has always been high. It seems that you have eaten very well."

Arthur Rimbaud recovered his senses and stepped on the leather shoes of Paul Verlaine who dared to laugh at him.

"Ah!" Paul Verlaine cried out in pain.

One thing conquers one thing. Ever since meeting Rimbaud, Verlaine has been helpless and eaten to death. It can be said that the blond boy's anger is also a wanton style.

The other party changed Verlaine's routine life.

Out of an indescribable mentality, Aso also stayed away from the area where Rimbaud was located, and chose to travel to Paris with Victor Hugo.In the process of traveling together, he often consulted Mr. Hugo to learn from each other's experience in dealing with the world. The two chatted about everything, from politics to people's livelihood philosophy. Christopher Hugo is like a best friend.

Victor Hugo said in his heart: what I appreciate is the richness of the oriental people!

Victor Hugo went to see the private meeting again, and the other party's face that he didn't cover up made him feel dizzy from being slightly drunk. Veteran Flowers has his own set of rules when looking at beauties.

Skin, bone, chest and legs, and then temperament and cultural background.

The man has no flaws other than his flat chest.

During the three-day travel together, Victor Hugo dictated the location and deeds of the Paris Commune movement, which was much more detailed than what was written in the newspaper. Ma Shengqiu also heard it in his ears and remembered it in his heart.More than once, Victor Hugo warmly invited him to live in the apartment, and had a candlelit evening talk, all of which were declined by Ma Shengqiu. The reason was that he did not want to trouble Mr. Hugo, and he had already selected a rented house in Paris.

Victor Hugo was afraid that he lived too far away: "Where did you rent the house?"

Ma Shengqiu also said, "Jacques Avenue."

"Near the Duke of Massa's mansion?" Victor Hugo thought of his old friend who passed away 20 years ago, with a look of sadness in his eyes: "I remember that Honoré established a literary association there."

Ma Shengqiu also nodded: "A management agency that protects authors' copyrights."

Honoré de Balzac, the father of the modern French novel.

Two worlds, no, three worlds, he has never met a living Balzac, and he is in a strange distance where he only hears about him but does not see him.

Victor Hugo energetically popularized Balzac's achievements with him. Women are indispensable topics among men. While chatting, they accidentally turned to Balzac's technique of writing letters to coax girls. To say that the lovers of "online love" in the nineteenth century must be Balzac.

"Compared to No. 38 Jacques Street, No. 10 Bath Street is more worth visiting." Victor Hugo revealed, "There is a secret staircase and a back door where Honoré avoided creditors, and many readers entered the memorial through the back door. , and the desk where many works have been created.”

Ma Shengqiu also had a complicated face: "Mr. Balzac owed a lot of debts?"

Victor Hugo didn't say much, but shrugged like an old urchin.

He is entitled to a little pride.

Among all literary giants, he is rich and has never been in debt. Whenever he recalls Balzac, who borrowed money and invested crazily, and went bankrupt every time, he would break out in a long-lost cold sweat.

Until Balzac's death, the other party still owed a huge foreign debt of 21 francs.

The money was repaid one after another in the days after his death.

Victor Hugo introduced him to the local conditions and customs of Paris, and Aso Akiya thought of countless indebted writers, and his admiration for the wealthy Mr. Hugo increased to a higher level.

"Mr. Hugo, what is your secret to keeping your wealth?"

"Accounting."

"Is there a record of income and expenditure?"

"Yes, in my family I strictly require everyone to keep accounts for themselves. After developing this habit, I know where every franc is spent and whether it should be spent."

This eccentricity of Victor Hugo was so suppressed that lovers dared not spend their money indiscriminately.

Meanwhile, Victor Hugo felt heavy: "The thing I hate most is the IOU."

Ma Shengqiu also said: "That must be a very good friend."

Victor Hugo glanced at him in surprise. The two sides got acquainted too quickly, and he was a little caught off guard. The other party didn't suspect that he owed money to others?

"exactly."

He was friends with many of the great writers of his time, who...often had no money.

"Those became one of my 'treasures,' too."

There was a smile on the corner of Victor Hugo's lips, and his curly beard surrounded his cheeks half a circle. Many friends had passed away, and the IOUs left by those people became items to remember each other.

After traveling together for several days, Hugo's lover Juliet Drouet inevitably felt a little jealous.

She is used to writing love letters to Hugo every day, and she mentioned in the letter: "You go out during the day and come back at night, which Parisian beauty makes you linger, but is petty and refuses to let you stay overnight."

Victor Hugo laughed when he read the letter.

He even showed off to Ma Shengqiu optimistically and cheerfully: "This is my lover, my unmarried second wife. She is four years younger than me. We are as loving as when we were young."

Ma Shengqiu couldn't imagine that it was an old woman, and love made them escape from the twilight.

Victor Hugo meant something: "You should live like a young man, and pursue whoever you fancy."

Ma Shengqiu also pursed his lips and smiled helplessly.

"I was married."

"Is your relationship broken?"

Victor Hugo hit the nail on the head, which made Ma Shengqiu feel heartbroken.

"You can tell at a glance that you are trapped by love. You are still too conservative." Victor Hugo said freely: "If you fail once, try again. If you try more times, you will always find someone who suits you. My first wife supported me in finding a lover."

Ma Shengqiu is also insensitive to this view of love.

Thinking of Mr. Hugo writing "Notre Dame de Paris" during the conflict with his wife, he couldn't help exploring: "Many writers refer to reality when creating novels. May I ask you a question, Quasimo of "Notre Dame de Paris" Do you have a prototype?"

Victor Hugo stroked his beard, smiled faintly, and avoided the topic.

"Quasimodo is Quasimodo."

on the street.

Paris is not big, but it is not small, and hard work pays off. Arthur Rimbaud ran into two companions in the process of looking for his "enemy".

It was the first time Arthur Rimbaud saw a person dressed like this, his eyes widened and he examined the other person's appearance.

Black suit, black top hat, black gloves, face gauze...

It fits perfectly!

Arthur Rimbaud exclaimed in exasperation: "It's you! Bring me breakfast with maggots!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone on the road immediately paid attention to him.

Arthur Rimbaud punched him.

Once hit, Aso Qiuya's face will definitely be disfigured.

Victor Hugo was startled and said subconsciously: "Rimbaud, stop! This is your father!"

Arthur Rimbaud vented his anger, and suddenly heard this sentence, his face was blank, and he wanted to beat the other party.Ma Shengqiu also easily caught the punch, and squeezed the opponent's fist tightly. From the perspective of others, the blond boy hurriedly stopped his strength after throwing his fist angrily. It hit the dark-haired man's ribs.

"Woo!" Arthur Rimbaud whimpered in pain, his fist felt like it was about to be pinched and fractured, the gap between the enemy and us was too large, he said in a panic, "Let me go!"

Ma Shengqiu also looked at him coldly - this face that has been amazed by time.

The Arthur Rimbaud in front of him is still childish, and he is five or six points similar to Verlaine in Wenye. Once they laugh, there will be a kind of sweetness and willfulness that confuse people's hearts.

No one can have a good impression of a rival who killed him.

However, Aso Qiuya first hypnotized that the person he fell in love with was the movie version of Rimbaud.

Stomach hurts.

The Wenye world where people are not rewarded for their lives!

How naive he was to think of this person as Lan Tang who recovered his memory!

……

In Wenye World, Victor Hugo had a misty dream at home.

A distant bell echoed in the dream.

He saw Esmeralda standing shoulder to shoulder with him, ringing the bell of Notre Dame de Paris, and he saw the folds of skin on the back of his hand, which seemed to be a gray-haired old man.

When is this?

Is this my deepest desire?

May I still see young Esmeralda in my old age.

Hold your hand -- it's like holding a dream.

After waking up with a swaying mind, Victor Hugo went to Notre Dame de Paris again in the middle of the night.

[Mr. Baudelaire, Mr. Hugo was blowing wind at Notre Dame Cathedral late at night. 】

After the intelligence agents of the Paris Commune got the news, they notified Baudelaire.After Paul Verlaine's incident, Baudelaire strengthened the management of French superhumans, and prepared corresponding preventive measures for transcendents. He issued an order that the spies should report to their superiors as soon as possible. A transcendent act against common sense.

Baudelaire, who was resting at his lover's house, got up and checked the information on his phone.

Then, he closed his eyes and fell asleep in seconds.

"Neuropathy."

As long as you have enough heart, you will not stumble on a single flower if you live among thousands of bushes.

This is Baudelaire's love truth.

……